A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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bachpan bit gaya

बचपन बीत गया लड़कपन में, जवानी बीत रह�

sara desh hamara

कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा

AADMI
AAM ADMI ROJ EK NAYA SAPNA DEKHTA HAI AAM ADMI JAB PRAT KI BELA MAI SURAJ KI KIRNE, OS

MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT

ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल

HUM EK NAYA SAMAJ BANAY

भारत माँ के वीर सपूतों

के बलिदानो�

Save Me
You can't stop it
I'm going to die
Too young
Too wise
No freedom
No speech
Without

I'm Sorry For Hurting You

I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do

I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa

Who Nose...

Some areas long as hoses

You buy at a garden store.

Mine can be used to smell ros

HUM APNA RAQT CHADHATE HAI

अपना तन-मन-धन-जन-जीवन

माता को अर्पण

JEE LE APNI ZINDAGI

सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात

एहसा�